Shattered
by Delectable Sweetness
Summary: It had been just a little over two years since Helena had last seen Myka. So, when she had decided to come back, she had been under no illusions that she would have been welcomed back into the warehouse with open arms, but she had never expected this. She knew that change was inevitable, but how could things have changed so drastically?
1. Chapter 1

**Disclaimer: I do not own Warehouse 13 or any of its characters. No copy infringement intended. However, I do own my own writing, my own characters, and the plot to this story, Delectable Sweetness©.**

**Summary: It had been just a little over two years since Helena had last seen Myka. So, when she had decided to come back, she had been under no illusions that she would have been welcomed back into the warehouse with open arms, but she had never expected this. She knew that change was inevitable, but how could things have changed so drastically?**

**Author's Note: Well, the idea for this story kind of just hit me out of nowhere and wouldn't leave me alone, so I thought that I would give it a go. I think it might fall into the AU category.**

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Chapter One

"_It's his fault!" She yelled, anger and hatred flashing across her green orbs as she pressed the cold barrel of the gun harder into Adwin Kosan's head. _

"_No Myka!" Pete exclaimed softly, small beads of perspiration falling down his forehead as he hesitantly took a step closer to her. _

"_Yes," she growled, her grip tightening around Kosan's neck, pulling him closer against her._

"_She wouldn't want you to do this," Pete tried to reason with her, but he knew that she wasn't listening – she never listened anymore. The dark rings that circled her eyes – eyes that no longer held happiness, just a hollow, emptiness - and the unnatural paleness of her skin terrified him, all of them. She wasn't the Myka that he had known anymore. She was the ghastly representation of what she was now!_

_He watched her, his heart breaking with the shake of her head as tears streamed down her cheeks. "If he's gone, then she'll come back – he won't get to use her anymore," she tried to explain her madness. _

"_She won't, Myka, and you know that. She doesn't want to be part of the warehouse anymore." He took another step closer to her. _

"_Don't. Come. Any. Closer," she threatened, shifting the gun away from Kosan's head and aiming it at him… _

Pete ran a hand over his head, shaking it slightly as if it was the only way for him to dispel the memory. It had been so long since the incident – two years, four months, twelve days, twenty-one hours and forty-seven minutes to be exact – yet it still felt so fresh, like it had just happened yesterday.

And like always, he found himself chastising himself, berating himself, and giving himself a guilt trip for not noticing the signs sooner. Myka had been his partner – he was supposed to have known her better than anyone, except one other person – and the knowledge that she had been heading down a downward spiral and he hadn't noticed, had been eating him alive for the last two years. He should have been able to help her, to protect her, but instead, he had failed her.

He sighed and closed the open book that lay in his lap – one of her favourites. He looked up at her, the peaceful look on her face disconcerting to him. He couldn't fathom how she could look so peaceful, yet when she had been… alive – no, awake? – she had looked so haunted.

He closed his eyes as another memory overtook him…

"_The regents have made their decision," Misses Frederic replied sombrely, taking up a position on the edge of the couch. Her posture was ridged and her hands were clasped together, resting neatly in her lap. Her face held no emotion, but her eyes said everything, and for the first time in a long time, Pete felt like he had been stripped bare for the entire world to see. _

_He shifted in his stance against the mantelpiece, the corner of it digging roughly into his back. Honestly, he welcomed the pain. It reminded him of just how very real the situation at hand was, though, he wished that it wasn't and that it was all just a dream._

"_What's going to happen to her?" Artie asked his voice heavy with sorrow and tiredness – they were all tired at this stage._

"_She is to be bronzed," she replied in a straight-laced tone that left no room for argument, but he was going to argue._

"_Bronzed?" He all but yelled, glancing at Claudia when he heard her gasp. She clasped a hand over her mouth and buried her face in Steve's chest and began to sob. "You can't be serious!"_

"_Oh, I'm very serious, Agent Lattimer," Misses Frederic replied tightly. _

"_Bronzed," Artie repeated, a look of disbelief crossing his features. _

"_Can't you - I don't know - change their minds?" He asked sharply._

"_And why would I do that?" She questioned, eyebrow arched. _

"_Because she doesn't deserve this!" He exclaimed in frustration, throwing his hands up a little as he moved away from the fireplace._

"_Need I remind you all that, Agent Bering tried to kill, Adwin Kosan? The regents have not taken very kindly to that," she replied in frustration._

"_Exactly…" everyone just looked at him, so he continued on, "… she had a mental breakdown- She needs help, not to be bronzed. Do you even know why she did it?" He asked, hoping that he could somehow make her see that Myka needed to be helped, and that bronzing her would not be helping her._

"_She has explained her actions to the regents, and she does not express remorse for them. I believe her exact words were, 'I would do it again.' You should be thankful that she did not receive a harsher punishment for her actions…" _

He jumped when he heard the buzzing of the Farnsworth. Picking it up, he flipped it open and plastered on a fake smile when he seen Artie appear on the screen. "Artie, what's up?" He asked curiously.

"Abigail wants us all back at the B&B, apparently there's someone there waiting for us," he answered.

"Who?" Pete asked curiously, a slight frown creasing his brow.

"Just get up here," he growled in true Artie form before disappearing.

"Jeez, what's eating him?" Pete muttered to himself, confused at Artie's demand. Though, he couldn't say that he was surprised. Ever since the thing with Myka, Artie had been angry all of the time - Claudia, Steve and himself taking the brunt of his frustration most of the time.

He knew that Myka's bronzing had hit Artie hard. He wasn't quite sure if his boss was angry with her or whether he missed her – maybe it was both.

Feeling his eyes sting with tears that he would not allow to fall, he stood up, his gaze never wavering away from Myka. "I wish you were here, Myka, you'd know how to fix, everyone," he mumbled quietly, the sadness he felt beginning to weigh him down like a tonne of bricks.

But maybe he had been wrong.

Maybe bronzing her had been the right thing to do.

Maybe she was at peace now.

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	2. Chapter 2

**Author's Note: Thank you all for the amazing reviews, adds and alerts. I was not expecting such great feedback for this story. **

**So, there are a few things I need to point out. In the last chapter I wrote that Leena had wanted them, but I meant to put in Abigail instead. Sorry, but Leena isn't going to be in this story. **

**Also, I know that some of you might think that Myka being bronzed may be a bit extreme, but I promise you there is a method to my madness, so please bear with me.**

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Chapter Two

She'd always found herself wondering why it had taken her so long to come back here, so long to face her truth. Myka had been right – she had been running from herself, from her past, the future she could have had with the warehouse, the future she could have had with her! Though, she wasn't quite sure that future with Myka was available anymore. After all, she had turned her back on her, her promises of coffee always falling through.

It had been unintentional for the most part. She'd been so consumed with work and repairing her fractured relationship with Nate and Adelaide that every text that she had sent her with the promise of coffee had soon started turning into 'rain checks,' 'maybe next time,' 'I'll text you when I'm free.' Soon after, Myka had stopped replying and had stopped trying, and Helena, well, Helena had just simply given up.

She had not heard from Myka since the last time that she had cancelled on her, which was why she was so terrified of facing her now. She wasn't sure how the agent would respond to her just showing up out of the blue. She wasn't sure how all of them would respond. Though, Abigail Cho had certainly given her a warm welcome when she had just shown up on the doorstep of Leena's – it would always be Leena's – B&B unannounced. But then again, the young woman didn't actually know her, but she was sure that when she heard how she had just thrown away her friendship with the one person who had actually cared about her, she would probably hate her just as much as the others surely did.

"So… how come you decided to come back?" Abigail asked, bringing her out of her thoughts.

Helena gave her a small smile; slowly taking a sip of her tea and placing her cup back down on the table before answering her. "I…" she paused for a moment, sucking in a small breath. It was such a simple question, one that she had given much thought to; how she would answer it, explain everything. But for now she found herself at a loss for words, something that rarely happened, if ever. "I was quite foolish, really," she smiled a little, her gaze dropping to the cup in her hands. "I had thought I wanted a life away from the warehouse, but…" she trailed off.

"You were running away from something?" Abigail asked matter-of-factly.

Running a long finger along the rim of her cup, she lifted her gaze back up to the meet the psychologist's. There was something about the young Asian woman that she liked, something that made her feel calm, collected, if only for a moment. "My past…" she said simply, "…everything."

"Why?" She asked softly.

Helena gave an uncharacteristic snort. "Please, Miss Cho, I'm sure you've heard all about me," she replied wryly, taking another sip of her tea.

Abigail gave her a small smile. "I've heard a few things," she replied a little vaguely. "But why don't _you_ tell me?" She asked softly.

Feeling her guard beginning to slip a little, she shifted in her seat. "1891, my daughter… my Christina…" she trailed off, shaking her head slightly. Thoughts of the daughter that she had lost so long ago were beginning to bring tears to her eyes, ones that she would not allow to fall. The only person to have seen her cry had been Myka, and she was the only one who would ever see her cry!

"You can trust me," the psychologist replied softly.

"No," Helena pushed out her chair and stood up. "No, I don't want to talk. I just want to see, Myka," she said in affirmation and began pacing the kitchen floor.

"Helena-" Abigail began, but Helena cut her off.

"Bloody hell, what is taking them so long?" She asked no-one in particular, frustration seeping out of her like too much jam seeping out between two slices of bread.

"Helena… there's something… you need to know about… Myka," Abigail began slowly.

Stopping her pacing, the inventor looked towards the now standing woman. "What – what about, Myka?" She asked sharply, stalking towards her and stopping right in front of her. Helena's dark-brown eyes zeroed in on Abigail as she awaited her response, her foot beginning to tap impatiently against the linoleum floor.

"Well…" she began slowly, but before she could say anything else the sound of the front door opening got both of their attention.

"Do I smell cookies?" It was Pete. "I think I smell cookies," he continued. Helena couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips at the sound of Pete's voice. She hadn't realised how much she had missed Agent Lattimer until now.

She listened out for Myka's retort to his comment, but when it didn't come she began chewing on her lower lip, worrying it with her teeth.

She had a strange feeling that something was wrong!

Stepping back away from Abigail, she moved to stand near the seat that she had been previously occupying. She folded her arms just under her breasts, her heart beginning to pound almost painfully against her chest wall. She didn't think she had ever been so nervous before. She was so nervous in fact, that she had no idea about what she was going to say when she saw them, when she saw Myka.

How was she going to explain why she had come back?

A part of her was beginning to feel like she had made a mistake in coming back. After all, it didn't sound like they had missed her, and besides, what right did she had have in coming back here anyway?

She didn't have much time to contemplate because the first person to walk through the kitchen door was Claudia, who just stood there frozen. Next through the door was Pete who just looked at her for a moment before stalking towards her. "You," he growled out, finger pointed at her.

Helena stepped back a little, shocked at the look of hatred on Pete's face. "Peter-" She tried, but he cut her off.

"What are you doing back here?" He asked, anger and hatred dripping from his voice.

"I-" She tried, but again, he cut her off.

"You don't get to just…" he started waving his hands around like he was trying to explain something. "Just- I can't," he shook his head. Turning around, he stormed out of the kitchen, muttering, "I can't deal with _that!_"

Helena glared after him, angry at the fact that he had referred to her as 'that,' but she knew better than to open her mouth about it now. Composing herself, she glanced at Claudia before looking to Artie and Steve, her eyes quickly shifting away from them in search of Myka.

When she didn't see her, she began to worry. Had she missed her while listening to Pete's rant?

"Where's Myka?" She finally asked.

"Helena," Abigail spoke softly, placing a hand against her arm. "Maybe give them a moment?" It was more of a request than a question.

"No, I want to see, Myka," she exclaimed defiantly. Her impatience was beginning to get the best of her. She just wanted to see the one other person she cared about more than anything in the world and try to explain her madness to her.

Because that's what turning her back on their friendship, and maybe more, had been – madness… foolish… stupid!

"Well, you can't!" Claudia exclaimed through gritted teeth, tears sitting heavily in her eyes as she moved towards her. "No-one can!"

"Claudia, darling, what are you talking about?" She asked, confusion about the situation filling her voice. "Where is, Myka?" She asked once again.

Claudia scoffed. "Do you wanna know where she is?" She asked angrily, and Helena just simply nodded. "Well, I'll tell you where she is – the bronze sector!"

"The bronze sector? What is she doing in th-" She stopped speaking when realization dawned on her.

"Yeah, that's right! Because of you," she spat out the word 'you,' "Myka was bronzed."

"Me?" Helena whispered, shaking her head slightly. "No, you must be mistaken. Myka cannot be bronzed," she said, her eyes beginning to fill up with hot tears. "She doesn't… she can't…" she fumbled with her words as she tried to make herself believe that what Claudia was telling her was a lie. It had to be.

Myka couldn't be bronzed! How could someone so innocent, so perfect, be bronzed?

It just didn't make sense!

She knew that they were all angry at her, and hated her, too, so maybe they were just trying to protect Myka, trying to keep her away from her.

But… why would they lie to her, especially about something as horrible as being bronzed?

"I'm sorry, Helena," Abigail's voice once again rang through her thoughts, soft and gentle. Sniffling a little, she turned her head and looked at the psychologist. She could see the truth of the situation in her eyes.

"It's true?" She whispered.

"Yes," Abigail replied back in a whisper.

"Then I must fix this!" She exclaimed affirmatively.

Without another word, she walked out of the kitchen and tried to hold back the tears as she made her way towards the front door. Pulling it open, she shut it behind her and ran down the steps towards her car, the tears beginning to fall freely now.

She climbed into her car and fumbled about with her keys as she tried to shove them into the ignition. Once the car was started, she peeled out of the driveway of the bed and breakfast, swiping at her tears as she began sobbing, an unwelcomed memory overcoming her…

"_I think I might have a tapeworm," Pete said, taking a bite out of his cookie as he sat down in Artie's chair. _

_Helena just looked at Agent Lattimer, her brow furrowed. She was about to say something, but Myka beat her to it. "Oh, and why is that?" The curly-haired agent asked._

"_Uh, have you noticed how much I eat?" He asked, aiming a hand towards his body, which, Helena had to admit, was still in remarkable shape, considering he did eat… a lot._

_Snorting, she asked, "The question is, Peter, have _you_ only noticed how much you eat?" _

"_Nice comeback, H.G." Claudia said, giving her a thumbs-up. Helena just grinned at her success. Admittedly, she wasn't very funny, and usually she would have to have Myka explain one of Pete's or Claudia's jokes to her. _

"_Hold on! Did _the_ H.G. Wells just snort?" Myka asked, turning to look at her. _

_The grin dropped from her face and she sat up straighter in her chair. "Myka Bering, a lady never snorts," she replied indignantly. _

"_Uh-huh," was all she said, her green eyes glowing with amusement. Rolling her eyes, Helena turned her attention back to the laptop that she had taken apart._

"_Okay… now back to me," Pete said._

"_Yes, Pete, you probably do have one, and something tells me that it only lives off cookies," Myka retorted, her voice full of the playfulness that Helena knew all too well. _

"_Dude, how many cookies do you think that thing eats?" Claudia asked._

"_Wanna find out?" He asked._

"_I know where, Leena keeps her stash!" The young tech-whiz exclaimed in excitement._

"_Claudia, Leena told you not tell him where-" The sound of the door to the umbilicus closing cut Myka off, and Helena couldn't deny she enjoyed the fact that they were now alone. A few moments of comfortable silence passed before Myka broke it with, "you so snorted, by the way…"_

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	3. Chapter 3

**Author's Note: So, so, so sorry about the seriously long delay in this update, but apparently this chapter just did not want to be wrote. But it's written now. :)**

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Chapter Three

Claudia sniffled as she looked out through the living room window, watching as H.G.'s car disappeared down the road and out of sight. Rubbing her tear-filled eyes, she turned around and came face-to-face with Artie. His face was blank, but his eyes held concern. Crossing her arms, she dropped her head and looked at the ground before lifting it to look at him. "Did you know she was coming back?" She asked quietly.

Artie shook his head. "No," he replied simply, his naturally gruff voice soft.

"Oh," she murmured, biting her lip and looking away from him as tears began to fall down her cheeks.

"I wouldn't have kept something like that from you, Claudia," he reassured.

"I know." She looked at him. "Sorry I asked. I just…" she paused for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. They had been a jumbled mess ever since she had seen H.G. Her emotions had been, too. "I'm just… angry that she's here, I guess," she admitted. She didn't want Artie to think that she didn't believe him.

"I thought you would have been happy," he replied somewhat dubiously.

Her stare hardened as she continued to look at him. "Why?" She raised her shoulders questioningly.

He stuttered a little before answering her. "I thought you looked up to her."

"No, I hate her!" She exclaimed in anger.

"Why?" He asked, a bushy eyebrow rose.

"Really dumb question, Artie," she growled out as she stormed by him, out of the living room and up the stairs. How thick was he? Did he really not know why she was angry at H.G.?

Actually, the better question was why wasn't he mad at H.G.?

**~xoXox~**

Her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning a ghostly white as she stared out at the warehouse through her windshield. The tears continued to stream down her cheeks as she tried to pluck up the courage to get out of the car.

It had been so long since she had been back here and even though, she had never intended on coming back until just recently, she had sometimes imagined herself returning, but under better circumstances. Though, she knew now that that had just been fruitless wishes and foolish imaginations. Even if she had have come back and Myka hadn't have been bronzed, chances were that she would have still received the same cold treatment, though maybe not as harsh.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, she rested her head against the steering wheel. So much had changed in such a short amount of time. After being bronzed and left alone with her thoughts for so long, being absent for three years hadn't truly felt that long to her. But she wasn't like Pete and Claudia and Myka and Artie. Her mind worked differently. Three years was a long time for them – for anyone – and apparently a lot could happen in that space of time. She just wished she had have realised that sooner rather than later.

The sound of her car door being pulled open made her jump and shoot back up into a sitting position. Her brown eyes widened when she seen Missus Frederic slip into the passenger seat, closing the door after her. "Agent Wells," she said.

"I'm not an agent anymore," Helena replied somewhat dumbly as she continued to stare at the caretaker.

"Yes, how did that normal life work out for you?" She asked.

"Why are you here, Missus Frederic?" She asked, ignoring the caretakers biting tone as curiosity and suspicion filled her voice.

"The Regents want to see you," she replied simply.

"Well I don't want to see them," she spat out.

"You have no choice, Miss Wells, not if you want to stay here," she retorted.

"I'm afraid of what I might do to them if I were to be in their presence," she admitted.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

Sighing, Helena bit her lower lip and began worrying it with her teeth as she contemplated what Missus Frederic had just told her. The thought of having to sit in front of the Regents and explain her actions as to why she had come back was very unappealing. Plus, she couldn't be sure that she would be able to hold her tongue or her fists for what they had done to Myka. But she knew that if she was going to help Myka she would have to.

Closing her eyes, she sucked in a shaky breath, decision made. "Can I at least see her?"

**~xoXox~**

"Come in," Claudia called out, her voice muffled by the pillow she currently had her face buried in. She shifted a little, turning her head when she heard her bedroom door click open, the tear soaked pillow case feeling cool against her hot skin.

"Hey," Steve softly murmured, moving into her room and closing the door gently behind him. She just gave him a soft smile, her throat and eyes feeling sore from crying so much. "I just wanted to come see how you were doing." He sat down on the edge of her bed. "You kinda disappeared not long after, H.G. showed up."

Sniffling, she pushed herself up into a sitting position and crossed her legs, hugging her pillow to her chest. "Yeah, I know," she sighed.

"So, how are you feeling?" He asked softly.

"Fine… I guess…" she sighed out. "I just…" she trailed off with a shake of her head.

"Talk to me, Claude," Steve said in a soft, brotherly tone, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

Burying her face in her best-friends shoulder, the tears once again began streaming down over her cheeks as she let out a shaky breath. "I just… can't believe, H.G.'s back. I mean… I guess I always imagined her coming back and we'd all play happy families, you know?" She paused for a moment. "But now that she's back… we're not a happy family – we're a broken family," she muttered, swiping at her eyes. "Myka's gone, Leena's gone… Artie's always grumpy – well grumpier," she added with a soft smile, "and Pete's just depressed the whole time. I think you and, Abigail are the only normal ones," she confessed. "I don't know why, H.G. came back," she muttered angrily.

"I think she came back for, Myka," Steve surmised.

"Yeah well, Myka's gone! It's not like she cared about her before anyway!" She spat out, throwing her pillow across the room and angrily climbing off of her bed. She began pacing the floor of her room, her anger and hurt bubbling just beneath the surface of her skin. She really couldn't believe that H.G. had just shown up out of the blue after three years of being absent. What was the point of her showing up now? It's not like she had been so concerned about them when she had been off playing happy families with that… guy… whatever his name was!

Running her hands through her long hair, Claudia found herself wondering if the inventor had some ulterior motive. Though, she wasn't quite sure what that would be.

"I don't think that's true, Claudia," Steve stated, slight chastisement in his voice as he brought her out of her thoughts.

Stopping her pacing, she turned and glared at her friend. "What? You're sticking up for her now?! What the hell is wrong with you and, Artie?" She asked, bitterness filling her voice.

"That's not what I'm saying, Claudia, but…" he trailed off with a sigh.

"But what, Steve?" She growled out.

She watched as he closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. "Can you really blame, H.G. for what happened to, Myka?" He asked.

"Yes!" She stated.

"Really?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"If she hadn't of left, Myka wouldn't have lost it and she wouldn't have been bronzed," she explained her logic.

"You don't know that," he pointed out.

"Yes I do!"

"How? How can you know that?" He asked before sighing again. "Look Claudia… we all saw the way, Myka went downhill, bu-"

Claudia cut him off. "I know what you're going to say, Jinksy and I don't want to hear it. Myka tried to kill, Kosan because she believed that he was the one who was keeping, H.G. away from the warehouse."

"Maybe seeing, H.G. again is what pushed her over the edge. Myka loved, H.G., we all know that."

"What are you saying, Jinksy?" Claudia asked wanting to know where he was going. Honestly, she was beginning to get annoyed at the fact that he was trying to defend H.G.

"I guess… its like, love makes you do crazy things-"

"Really?" She asked in exasperation, bringing a hand up to swipe at the dried tears on her cheeks. "Love makes you do crazy things?"

"Look, I just don't think you can put all the blame on, H.G. for what happened to, Myka, okay? I think something else was making her go mad before Wisconsin," he explained his theory.

"And how do you know that?" She asked, crossing her arms and staring at him pointedly.

"I don't… I don't know that. It's just a feeling," he shook his head and got up off of her bed. He walked over to her and gave her shoulder a light squeeze. "But… just think about what I said," he spoke before walking past her and out of her bedroom.

Biting her lower lip, Claudia groaned as she moved over to her bed and collapsed down on it, her confused thoughts once again taking up precedence in her mind.

**~xoXox~**

Everyone knew that the bronze sector housed some of the worst people throughout history. She herself had once taken up residence here. Though, at the time of her bronzing she hadn't been one of the worst, she had been a grief-stricken mother who had become a danger to the people around her in her efforts to try and save her daughter, her Christina. After her reckless behaviour had caused the death of a fellow agent, she had made the decision to be bronzed to prevent further danger to herself and anyone else for that matter.

And now, Myka was here among those very same people that had been a danger to everyone else. The reasons behind Myka's bronzing were still a mystery to her. It rattled her to know that she had done something to warrant being bronzed, but what? What had she done? She was certain that the curly-haired agent had not been a danger to society. That just wasn't Myka.

It wasn't!

A shuddering breath passed her lips as she reached out a hand and let her fingers shakily skim along Myka's cold, bronzed face. "Oh Myka," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat as she let her fingers brush along her lips. "I'm so sorry."

Pulling her hand away from her Darling's frozen figure, she swiped at her tears before dropping her hand back down by her side. "I know what it's like to be trapped in the dark, to be left alone with your thoughts, and it's not pleasant. I don't know why you're here, Darling, but I know that you don't deserve this. How could someone as perfect as you be bronzed?" She reached out her hand and rested it against Myka's face once again, sighing slightly. "I promise I will fix this, Myka," she spoke with conviction.

She coughed a little before sniffling. "I have to go now, Darling, but I promise I will be back. I'm not going anywhere this time – I won't leave you again," she reassured in affirmation. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she pressed a kiss to the tops of them and then rested them against Myka's cold ones. "It will be okay, my love. I promise."

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